But don't stand here, Miss Irene; come over to your room." "What kind of a dream had you, Margaret ?" asked the young wife, as she sat down on the side of the bed where, pillowed in sleep, she had dreamed so many of girlhood's pleasant dreams.
"I was dreaming all night about you," replied Margaret, looking sober-faced.
"And you saw me in trouble ?" "Oh dear, yes; in nothing but trouble.

I thought once that I saw you in a great room full of wild beasts.

They were chained or in cages; but you would keep going close up to the bars of the cages, or near enough for the chained animals to spring upon you.

And that wasn't all.

You put the end of your little parasol in between the bars, and a fierce tiger struck at you with his great cat-like paw, tearing the flesh from your arm.